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No. You're welcome to tag along but it'll be boring. [He pauses as he stands up.] We can do something tomorrow. Your choice.

Do something like actually do something? Or more work related shit?

[The first piques his interest. The second one... well, he'll do it if he has to. It's why he's here, after all. Part of the reason he's here, he amends his thoughts. The other reason is Shigaraki.]

Go do your thing. But you better come back here when you're done. Don't slink off to your room. I'll be waiting.

Actually fucking do something. Whatever you want to do. Within reason of course.

[But he nods, heading for the door.]

I'll leave the hands in my room before coming here, alright?

[With that he takes off to go finish his chores. Now that his head is somewhat clear- he's able to get things done. It doesn't take him long to wrap up business (three hours at the most) and though he's tired by the end of it, he does make good on his promise to return. First he stops at his room to remove the regalia of the hands and then change into something more casual. He even grabs the gloves, slipping them on before he leaves for Dabi's room.

He knocks, waiting to be let in.]

Hmm alright, I'll have to think of something.

[He nods, always grateful when Shigaraki leaves the hands behind. While the other man is gone, he does think of what they can do. Grab food, see a movie- regular date shit. He almost laughs at himself. How ridiculous that he's even thinking about things like that. Now that they've settled this thing between them, it's no reason to get carried away, right? Fuck.

But they have a limited amount of things they can really do, being wanted criminals and all. Maybe grab food and do something else. He'll think it over.

The rest of the night he spends watching cartoons, bored out of his mind until Shigaraki knocks on his door. He very nearly jumps up and jobs over, but he has to calm the hell down, so he saunters over to the door, swinging it open.]

Took you long enough. Come in.

It was out of my hands. [Ha. But honestly it was. He looks more tired than he did three hours ago when they had their conversation. He almost stayed in his room with how tired he was but Shigaraki did't want to break his promises.]

But at least we won't be bothered for a while.

[He steps inside Dabi's room, rolling his neck.]

I'm free for the next few nights.

You're so good with the puns.

[He mutters, completely sarcastic- but he doesn't lay it on too thick, he can tell Shigaraki's tired. He always looks droopier than usual.]

The next few nights, huh? All that free time. What are we gonna do with it?

[He smirks, grabbing at the hem of Shigaraki's shirt and tugging him closer.]

You look like shit, creep.

I don't know? Sleep? [He jokes again as Dabi pulls him closer. One gloved hand grabs at Dabi's jacket, the other hovers over Dabi's shoulder- waiting for permission to touch the other.]

You come up with any brilliant ideas while I was working? [Because he was able to be consumed with his work and actually focus on it, he didn't have time to daydream.]

You always say that.

Yeah, sleep. Looks like you could use it. Think you'll manage to sleep tonight?

[Shigaraki says he can't sleep, but when they're together he always does. It's why he wanted the other man back here tonight. So both of them could sleep. It just feels better this way now. They maintain their space when they sleep and Dabi never has to worry about it, even when Shigaraki moves a little closer.]

Yeah I thought of something. Been wanting to do it for a while now, actually. How do you like my piercings?

[He tilts his head, looking at Shigaraki's ear. It would be cool if he got a matching one too.]

Yeah, well. You always look like shit. Except when you're in my shirts. Then you look fucking hot.

That depends. Are you going to keep me up?

[Even when they sleep together- it's usually because they've just had a round of sex. Not that Shigaraki minds. Between the blowjobs and handjobs and being tied up? The exploration of sex has really helped him get better nights sleep.]

Your piercings? [His mind immediately recalls the dick piercing.] Yeah? I like them. Why?

[Strange question but alright.]

A shirt doesn't just make someone 'hot' Dabi.

Maybe a little.

[He reaches up and slides his hand along Shigaraki's arm, pushing his hand down against his shoulder. Can they just sleep together without having sex first? Is that a thing that they're gonna do? Maybe. Today was a lot of fucking shit and Dabi is tired, too. He won't turn down sex, of course, but he's not particularly pushing for it.]

Was thinking of getting a couple more. If you wanna come with me? We can grab a bite to eat along the way and make it... a date.

[Has he completely lost his mind? Fucking feels like it.]

Yeah, I know. So I guess you look like hot shit all the time, then.

[He guides Dabi to Dabi's bed, pushing the other back as he climbed on the other side of him. Maybe this will be the first time they sleep without sex. Shigaraki sure isn't pushing for it.]

More? [Shigaraki raises an eyebrow.] I'll come with you. I said I'd do whatever you want, didn't I?

[He rolls his eyes at the compliment, shoving the other playfully.]

It's a date. Just don't make me try any more burgers.

[ Maybe it's crossing another line- spending the night with each other just to be with each other- but Dabi is less concerned about that now that they had their talk. As much as he didn't want to have it, it might've been a good thing. ]

Yeah, more. Maybe something for you to play with. [He smirks] You did say whatever I wanted, yeah.

[He laughs, getting comfortable in bed. He keeps a distance between them, but reaches out and pushes his fingers through Shigaraki's hair for contact.]

Hot dogs, then? I know a great food cart.

[Something for you to play with. The words make him perk up with even more curiosity. Something just for him? Call Shigaraki selfish because now he's actually invested in something as dull as watching someone get a piercing. It's like watching paint dry for Shigaraki, he just doesn't understand what anyone would get out of it.

He lets Dabi initate the contact, keeping his hands to himself as he spoke.]

You want me to hold your hand or something? So you don't cry?

[He makes a face at the mention of hot dogs but reluctantly agrees.] Nothing weird?

[Knowing Dabi he's going to ask for a hot dog wrapped in bacon and replace the bun with fried cheese or something. Probably nothing quite like that but, compared to the cold hot dogs Shigaraki enjoyed as a kid? Anything would be weird.]

Yeah, asshole. Hold my hand so I don't cry. You know what a big cryer I am.

[He gives Shigaraki a look, but it's fine. He knows the other will like it when he sees it.]

Maybe you can get one too.

[He doubts Shigaraki will, but it's worth the suggestion. It's something they could... share? Something to mark this monumentous occasion of the two of them actually giving a shit about someone other than themselves? Now that Dabi has go ahead, the two of them agreeing that it's worth it, Dabi definitely feels like he's falling all in.]

Nothing too weird. You can put all kinds of delicious shit on your hot dog. I know you won't, but the options are there.

Have someone stick a needle in me? Pass. Doesn't mean I won't come with you. [It'll take more than a suggestion to get Shigaraki to even consider a piercing. He doesn't really think about it as being something they could share but again that's mostly because he thinks for himself first. Selfish even in a relationship. Well... Dabi had to have known that coming into this. It's not exactly an unknown fact about Shigaraki that he can be pretty damn selfish. Not all the time but about 80% of the time.]

Just pickles. [That's where his food adventure ends.]

I can stick a needle in you.

[As if that's any better. But of course he doesn't fault Shigaraki for thinking that way. They're both pretty damn selfish when it comes down to it, Shigaraki just gets a little more leniency than most. And maybe Shigaraki's selfishness is a good thing. It'll keep Dabi grounded. ]

Fine, just pickles. You're the pickiest eater I know.

I'll let you cut my hair if you keep the fucking needles away from me.

[A compromise? Perhaps. He has a feeling Dabi isn't going to drop the topic of Shigaraki getting a piercing. But maybe the prospect of being able to cut the messy mop of blue hair would be distracting enough.]

I'm not picky. I just know what I like.

I can, huh?

[Well...yes, that definitely does pique his interest and maybe the piercing can be momentarily forgotten. Shigaraki knows both what he wants and how persistent he is. But his want for the haircut actually wins out this time. Probably until they get to the piercing place and then he'll be all over it again.]

What else do you like?

You can but you'll do what I ask with what I want for my hair.

[It'll probably be a "take one centimeter of hair off please." Nothing too bold or daring or out of his comfort zone.]

You'll have to be more specific than that, Dabi.

Sure, mophead. More or less. I won't fuck up your grungy look, don't worry.

[But Dabi is so good at pushing Shigaraki out of his comfort zone. Not that he'll push with something such as hair, but cleaning him up so he looks more presentable as their leader would probably not be such a bad thing.]

Maybe I wanna know what you like all across the board. But fine. What kinda foods do you like?

Dabi. [Dabi can try to make him look more presentable but there's a lot going against Shigaraki here.]

Plain food that's quick to make. What about you?

Tomura.

[Yeah, he's using your name for once. Well, twice. He still remembers when it slipped out as he came. He just couldn't help himself. But now he's saying it amused, with as serious of a face as he can manage.]

Look, I'm the one who has to look at you day in and day out. I'm not gonna fuck up your hair.

[He snorts at that answer. Should he even be surprised? Not in the least.]

Cold soba.

[He makes a face when his name gets used in kind and grumbles as he drops the subject. At least it got Dabi to forget about trying to push a piercing onto him.]

Really? Cold soba?

[Don't worry, he hasn't forgotten. Not the hair, or the piercing. He wonders which they should do first.]

Yeah. Any soba, really. And those delicious hamburgers we had the other night. What's your favorite plain and easy food?

Cold noodles are gross. [But then his answer is going to seem fairly childish;] Chicken nuggets.

[Finger food is really easy for him to eat because it requires zero efforts on his part to eat with his fucked up hands.]